Mandy first made her way over to her mom, sat on the edge of the bed and leaned over to hug and kiss her good night. They talked briefly about Mandy’s evening, and then she stood and made her way over to my side of the bed. Julie was still holding my penis under the covering sheet and had stopped stroking with Mandy’s arrival, but gave a soft squeeze from time to time. The loose sheet would have done little to conceal my erection but fortunately Julies arm tented the sheet sufficient to hide the outline.
Mandy stopped beside the bed and looked at me, then toward her mom and then back to me again still without speaking. Instead of kissing me, she stood there in a moment in awkward silence. I was on laying face up propped on my elbows, with Julie now lying on her side, facing towards me pressing her nakedness against me under the sheets. Julie was aware of my discomfort and I believed somewhat amused knowing that she was holding my penis without Mandy’s knowledge. It was a cruel game, as if she was getting away with something at my expense (and obvious pleasure).
Julie was keenly aware of the awkward silence and called Mandy’s name to get her attention. Julie, leaned into me, placed her head on my chest and resumed her stroking, her hand traveling the length of my erection under the sheets. Mandy leaned forward and did not kiss me but pulled my head gently toward her, placing the side of my face in the valley of her breasts. Her robe remained closed but I could clearly feel the warmth and softness though the thin cotton fabric. Her free hand stroked the back of my head gently. I looked at Julie and her expression was one of smoldering passion and without reservation, seemingly not discouraging the shared gentle embrace. She slid her leg over mine and gained a firmer grasp on me, her movement allowing the sheet to fall exposing her breasts again.
Mandy’s hand moved down to the base of my neck, then over my shoulder, stopping in the middle of my chest. I felt her fingers hesitantly toying with the hair on my chest, then moving lower under my arm and around my chest, gently encouraging me to lie back fully. As I slid back she took a seated position on the bed and pulled her hands back to the tie of her robe. She slowly pulled the loosely knotted belt and continued pulling until the robe opened and slid from her shoulders into a crumpled heap. Julie’s rhythm slowed, then stopped but she did withdraw her hand. Her breathing deepened and I could feel the slow motion of her hips grinding into the side of my leg, welcoming and encouraging the advances of her daughter. Mandy, still seated leaned forward pressing her nakedness into my chest and kissed me deeply on the lips. Her tongue was snaking around my mouth teasing my tongue and lips. Her hair was falling across my face and shoulders, covering me in a shroud of perfumed silkiness.
She rose only slightly as I felt Julie lifting the sheets allowing Mandy to enter and lay the entire length of her body on my nakedness. Mandy was motionless on top of me, her lips lingering on mine, and Julie was fully pressed against my left side, her free arm behind Mandy encircling and sealing our embrace. Mandy raised her head, kissed her mother on the lips. I turned slightly to enjoy a mutual kiss and dance of three flickering tongues. Julie raised and pulled the sheets completely off the bed, then approached Mandy from behind.